Guarded by Them (Dirty Twisted Love, #2)

by Farrar, Marissa

  Kodee sat back on his haunches. He took hold of my prosthetic leg and pressed the pin that released the prosthesis. He pulled the prosthesis off, placing it carefully on the floor beside the bed, and then rolled down the liner and added that to where he’d put the leg. Then he took my stump and placed it on his shoulder, and grabbed my other leg and hooked it over his other shoulder. I loved that I didn’t horrify him, that he could be so close to my scars and stump and not even flinch.

  Refocusing on his cock, Kodee spat onto himself as well, making himself good and wet.

  “We need to buy some lube,” he said, “but this may sting a little in the meantime. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

  “You know I like it when it hurts.”

  His eyes glittered. “You asked for it.”

  He positioned himself at my hole and pressed forward. He’d done a good job of relaxing me with his mouth, and I easily stretched around him. That sting of pain, combined with pleasure, was just about the best feeling in the world. He paused and let me get used to his size then shunted in another inch, and another. With my legs over his shoulders, he was able to thrust deep, and he leaned over to kiss me again, his gaze locked on mine, as though watching for my reaction with every rock of his hips.

  I grabbed one of his hands and put it to my throat. “Do it to me again. I want to know how it feels.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes, do it.”

  Kodee had big hands, just like the rest of him. I lifted my chin, exposing my throat, and he wrapped his fingers around my neck, squeezing just hard enough to hurt, without stopping my breath completely.

  “Like that?” he asked, his voice hoarse. His dick was still rammed into my ass, and I felt him jerk inside me.

  I nodded as best I could.

  “Fuck, Ryan,” he said, though he didn’t stop. It was as though he wasn’t sure either, that I’d led him down this path and he wasn’t sure he wanted to follow, but couldn’t bring himself to turn around.

  He pulled out of me a couple of inches, and then thrust back in. It was a strange sensation, lightheaded from the small amounts of oxygen I was sucking into my lungs combined with the pleasure of having Kodee inside me. Though he started slow, his hand not squeezing too tightly, as our momentum built, so did the pressure. I had to fight against the instinct to throw him off, but I trusted him. I’d always trusted him. Kodee wouldn’t take things too far. He wasn’t that kind of person.

  Kodee reached down with his other hand and grabbed my cock. His position was held mostly by the pressure on my throat now. The fingers of his other hand closed around my dick, and my pleasure intensified. The edges of my vision grew fuzzy, and I could feel myself pulling away. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Kodee’s thrusts grew faster and harder, his features growing taut with concentration, as though he was putting everything into fucking me. Our flesh slapped together, the sounds of heavy breathing, grunts, and moans filling the room. For the briefest of moments, I wondered if Rue and Dillon were able to hear us, and then I lost the ability to string an actual thought together.

  Kodee fucked my ass, with one hand around my throat and the other working my cock, and I lost it. My balls tightened into my body. My ass contracted around Kodee’s cock. Pleasure erupted from me in a stream of cum, hitting Kodee’s stomach, and then splattering down on mine. The room spun, the combination of my orgasm and lack of oxygen, making me feel like I’d landed on another plane of consciousness.

  I was barely aware of the grunt coming from Kodee that signaled him giving in to his own orgasm. He held himself deep as he filled me up, his hips jerking with each tremulous jolt of electricity passing from him to me.

  He released his hold on my throat, and I sucked in the first deep breath I’d been able to take since we started. My throat was a little sore, but it was the least I deserved after what I’d done to Rue.

  We were both breathing hard, coming down. Kodee grew soft inside me and slipped from my body with a rush of fluid. I was pretty sure we’d made a mess of the sheets. Fuck it. I didn’t care. I’d throw down a towel.

  Kodee looked at me, a smug, almost shy smile on his face. “You okay?”

  I barely had the strength to respond, but I managed to nod in return. He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the mouth.

  “Good. I’m going to grab a shower.”

  He turned and walked across the room, toward the bathroom. I managed to prop myself up on my elbow to watch him walk away.

  Kodee had a particularly fine ass. High and round, like two eggs in a handkerchief. The roundness of his derriere was highlighted by the dip into his spine and the narrowness of his waist. That, together with his broad shoulders and long, lean thighs, was pretty much why I would be happy just sitting and staring at him walking around naked all day.

  Perhaps his physical perfection should make me more conscious of my distinct lack of perfection, but it didn’t. He’d never made me feel bad or self-conscious about my missing limb or my scars. Not that they were anything to be ashamed of. There were even people out there who had a thing about amputees. I didn’t spend time online, but there were even amputee groups where people joined pretending to be an amputee in order to meet one. That plan always seemed to have one fatal flaw, in my mind—didn’t the fakers realized they’d be caught out the moment they met? It wasn’t as though an amputation was a hidden disability. You couldn’t fake a missing limb in person.

  Kodee turned just as he reached the door. “You’re welcome to join me.”

  I gestured to my leg. “I’m not sure the bathroom is going to be set up to deal with this.”

  He gave me a half smile that was tinged in sadness. “I’ll support you. I always do.”

  I smiled in return.

  Chapter Five

  Rue

  DILLON PLACED HIS GUN on the nightstand, and then went to the motel room door and checked the lock before doing the same to the window.

  I eyed the weapon nervously. “Do you think you’re going to need to use it?”

  He glanced over his shoulder at me. “I hope not.”

  “What do you think the others are doing?”

  He gave me that smirk. “What do you think they’re doing?”

  The idea of Kodee and Ryan together always got me squirming in the best possible way. “Oh.”

  Perhaps we could have gone into the other room and joined them, then come back here to sleep, but we’d spent all day cramped up in the car together, and I guessed they could probably do with some space. I was happy to get a little alone time with Dillon, anyway. He was fun to be with, and there was a small part of me that thought of what had happened every time I looked at Ryan, and felt as though he thought the same thing when he looked at me. Kodee knew how to handle Ryan, and I was sure it would do them both good to have some time together.

  “We are safe here, aren’t we?” I asked.

  Dillon nodded. “Aye. Try not to worry. No one followed us.”

  I hoped he was right. I’d never managed to escape men like the Capellos, or Joe Nettie’s gang, before. Not that I’d ever really tried. There had been a couple of times, when I’d been much younger, where I’d tried to run, but someone had always fetched me back again, and I’d been beaten for attempting to leave. It wasn’t as though I’d ever had anywhere to go. Men like them were all I’d ever known. In a way, my position hadn’t changed that much, only this time I was in the company of men who actually seemed to care about me. They weren’t using me. I knew if I told Dillon I didn’t want to have sex with him, he would respect that choice. I guessed that was the main difference. They respected me, where no one ever had before.

  Dillon must have recognized the worry on my face. “I’ll keep you safe, Rue. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

  “I want to believe you, I do, but I know those men better than you. They’ll shoot each of you without even blinking an eye.”

  “Not if we shoot them first. Those men who took y
ou off the street didn’t stand a chance against us.”

  “You’re forgers, not gangsters.”

  He touched the bottom of my chin, lifting my face to his. “We can be anything we want to be.” That teasing smirk was back, and I couldn’t help but smile in return. Somehow, being with Dillon made me think everything was going to be okay. “What about you, Rue? What did you want to be?”

  “Free,” I replied, without even having to think about it. “I only ever wanted to be free.”

  The smirk fell from his face. “Fucking hell.”

  I pressed myself to him. “I feel free when I’m with you. With all of you.”

  “You are,” he agreed. “You can leave us any time you want.”

  My voice dropped to a whisper. “But what if I don’t want to?”

  His forehead touched mine. “Then you stay with us, for as long as you want.”

  I stood on tiptoes and pressed my lips to his, warm and soft, with just the slightest scrape of a five o’clock shadow. His arms wrapped around my waist and scooped me against him. My heart fluttered, a now familiar coil of arousal winding low and sensually in my belly. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against my stomach, and I ran my hands over the muscles of his back and shoulders. In my head, I pictured the array of tattoos across his skin, his body sinewy with lean muscle—a tough, hard man, and sexy as hell.

  Unable to stand the clothing between us, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and broke the kiss long enough to drag it up and over his head.

  He grinned down at me. “I like it when you get all forceful, Rue.”

  “Is that right?” I gave him a little tap in the chest. “How forceful?”

  His eyes glinted. “Just like that.”

  I hit him again, harder. “Like this.”

  He bit his lower lip and his gaze traveled down my body. “Now, how about you try that with a little less clothing on?”

  “Only if you promise to do the same.”

  We were playing, teasing each other. It was fun and sexy, and just like things tended to be with Dillon.

  He didn’t hesitate in dropping his hands to his jeans and popping the button, exposing those V lines that ran down his hips. I caught my breath.

  “Your turn,” he told me.

  I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped it to the floor.

  “And the bra. I’m bare-chested, so it’s only fair that you’re the same.”

  God, that accent was enough to make my clothes fly off all by themselves.

  I reached behind my back and undid my bra, letting that fall to the floor as well. My breasts were small but pert, the nipples tight, dark buds. I resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands, enjoying the way Dillon’s gaze roved over my skin, so I found myself pushing back my shoulders and sucking in my stomach instead.

  He jerked his chin at my jeans. “Now those.”

  I pouted. “You’ve only undone yours. You haven’t taken them off yet.”

  He gave me that lopsided grin again, and then deliberately toed off his shoes and shucked the jeans from his hips, kicking them away. He didn’t break eye contact with me the entire time, but I couldn’t help tearing my gaze from his to drop down his body. Dillon hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and now he was naked, his erection jutting proudly from his body. The man had no shame.

  “No underwear,” I purred. “That’s cheating.”

  “You can only cheat if there are rules. Now take the rest of those fucking clothes off.”

  I didn’t dare disobey.

  Dillon seemed to have two personalities. He was either fun and sexy, and so laidback he could fall asleep, or he was raging and ready to kill someone. There didn’t seem to be any in between.

  Now I was naked, he picked me up and threw me facedown onto the bed. A sharp slap hit my ass cheek, and I gave a little cry of surprise. It hadn’t hurt, not really, and my skin bloomed red with heat. Then his mouth was on me, biting where he’d just spanked, his other hand squeezing my other cheek. He slapped me again, and moisture pooled at my core. I groaned and squirmed against him.

  “Give it to me,” I gasped. “I want you.”

  “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

  “I want you to fuck me. Do it now. Hard.”

  He put his hand beneath my hips and pulled me up slightly, so my ass was angled toward him. He was between my thighs, and I glanced over my shoulder as he positioned his cock at my entrance then grabbed my hips and penetrated me, fast and hard.

  “Oh, God.”

  He stretched me open, and bliss washed through me. He was so deep. He spanked me again, endorphins flooding through my body at the mixture of pleasure and pain. I’d been spanked before, but not like this. Not when I wanted it and was enjoying it.

  After every five or six thrusts, he slapped my ass again.

  “Fuck, Rue. You have no idea how hot you look with your ass jiggling like that.”

  Maybe not, but I knew how hot it felt.

  Dillon pulled out and flipped me over. He bent his head to my breast and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grated my sensitive skin, and his tongue swirled, pulling my nipple into a long peak. He moved to the other breast and did the same.

  “I want you to ride me,” he growled.

  We switched positions, him on his back on the bed. I climbed on top, swinging my leg over his narrow hips and settling my pussy over the top of his cock. I bit my lower lip and held his gaze. His dark hair was mussy from sex, his cheeks pink from the exertion. That five o’clock shadow made his square jaw appear even sharper, and my breath hitched at the beauty of him.

  I sank down onto him, loving the swell of his cockhead against my inner walls, and then the hardness of his length as I went farther, sinking right down to the root. He was so deep, and I closed my eyes for a moment—even though that shut off the image of his gorgeous face—and rocked my hips.

  Dillon groaned and lifted his hands to cup my breasts. His hips bucked against mine, trying to get me to go faster, but I was the one in control now. I opened my eyes again and squeezed my internal muscles around his dick. He moaned, and one of his hands dropped from my breast to my hip. I loved seeing him like this, my teasing driving him crazy.

  I moved a little faster, lifting myself up so I slid up his shaft and then slammed back down. Slow and hard, watching his expression as I fucked him, building momentum. His hands were on my ass now, fingers digging into my flesh.

  Then he released my ass and put his hand between my thighs instead, his thumb finding my clit. Instantly, I was on a whole other level, and I needed to reach my climax. I let him take over, and we moved together, skin slapping, the scent of sweat and musk filling the air. I couldn’t help the cries that came from my mouth, and my orgasm built higher and higher, until I knew I wouldn’t hold on any longer.

  I arched into him, pressing my face to the damp skin of his chest as my climax took hold. My body shuddered and toes curled, and I gasped and whimpered as it washed over me, again and again. His cock jerked inside me as he filled me with his cum.

  He held me against him, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, and I could feel his heartbeat thudding beneath my cheek.

  We stayed that way for a moment, both of us spinning back down to Earth.

  Dillon pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “That was incredible. You are incredible.”

  I blushed, though it probably wasn’t noticeable considering how flushed I already was. I wasn’t incredible. Far from it.

  I was merely a survivor.

  Chapter Six

  Dillon

  I WOKE WITH RUE CURLED up against my chest, one leg hooked over my thigh and her hair beneath my nose.

  I didn’t want to move, happy to stay like this and enjoy the feel of having her to myself. It was fun when we were all together, but moments like this made my heart swell with love for her.

  It was early morning, and as much as I would have been happy to lie around in bed with Rue all day, I didn’t t
hink it was a good idea to stay in one place for too long. I didn’t know who Kodee’s contact was, but the sooner we got that part over, the better. Kodee was a good judge of character—better than me—and he knew what he was doing, but right now I wanted to get out of the country and get Rue to safety. Only, it wasn’t just about Rue now. We had killed to get her back, and the people who worked with those men weren’t going to be happy about it. As much as I wanted to protect Rue, I also wanted Ryan and Kodee to be safe. I had to accept that I’d played my part in our current situation. I wouldn’t go back and remove Rue from our lives, but I’d put Ryan and Kodee in danger by getting involved with the wrong people.

  A light knock came at the motel room door.

  I stiffened, my heart racing, and reached out and picked up the gun from the nightstand.

  Rue woke at my movement and lifted her head from my chest.

  “What—” she started, blinking up at me sleepily.

  I pressed my finger to her lips to tell her to be quiet. I was sure it was nothing to worry about, but I wasn’t about to start taking any chances. She sat up, pulling the sheets around her bare breasts, and I swung my legs out of bed and got to my feet. I was naked, but I wasn’t about to start worrying about that now. It was more important that I make sure whoever was knocking wasn’t going to prove to be a threat.

  I kept to one side of the door, making sure there was a wall between me and whoever was knocking, and not just the wooden door. A bullet could easily breach the wood. But I needed to lean in to check the peephole.

  Sensing danger, Rue had slid off the side of the bed, the sheet still wrapped around her, putting the bed between her and the door.

  Quickly, I leaned over and pressed my eye to the peephole. Kodee’s slightly blurry face came into focus, and I allowed myself to breathe.

  “It’s okay,” I said, reaching for the lock, “it’s only Kodee.”